Best Teddies Poems
I will look to times no more,
to this girl of eleven;
to the old house on the perfect street,
I loved it there, we loved it,
the worn wood floors,
the big olden kitchen,
the lovely flowers mom grew outside,
I will never forget the trees, the drooping green;
the pond where ducks drifted,
feeding the squirrels nuts.
But, one night fire took our home,
we were out of town visiting;
returning to this empty shell destroyed,
gone my dolls, my teddies, my books, my kitten,
gone mom's photos, our everything.
We stood in shock together on the street weeping,
neighbours comforting us;
the truth sinking into our souls,
our wounds of loss open wide, bleeding,
our grief of my sisters not long gone demise fresh.
Mom held her precious new born boy tight,
holding me by her side, oh how I cried !
Thinking how much more God ?
Categories:
teddies, childhood, memory,
Form:
Verse
John Weaver 2000 (Emily has cerebral palsy)
Her room is not the sort of room you’d quite expect to find
For a little girl whose love of life is clear
No toys or games or bats or balls, or fun things of that kind
No bicycle or skateboard will appear
But the little piece of crumpled silver paper
It's very cheerful and bright with pictures everywhere
A pump to feed her through the night and a big adapted chair
Though pretty dolls sit on the shelf and teddies on her bed
She cannot play with them herself so she holds them tight instead
And the little piece of crumpled silver paper
It was Christmas day some years ago with excitement in the air
When we opened her presents and then found
That she couldn’t play with them and it didn’t seem quite fair
That she would always be so cruelly bound
To a life without the toys that all children adore
And then we heard a new sound that meant so much more
A crackle from the little piece of crumpled silver paper
The expensive gifts didn’t matter to this special little girl
Her joy came from quite another caper
As the parcels and the packaging slowly started to unfurl
All she wanted was the silver wrapping paper
You see, she could grasp it tight to make a funny noise instead
And so it fast became a dear friend
And she holds it close beside her even when she goes to bed
And the lesson to be learned is, in the end…
Happiness is not always found in gifts so big and costly
And often simple things can bring the joy you need
Contentment is a state of mind and the choice is yours mostly
To be content with what you’ve got and with every little deed
Or, to always be in want and never satisfied
And so for me the real belief will never taper
That the truth of life is clear and very closely tied
To the little piece of crumpled silver paper.
Categories:
teddies, caregiving, daughter, inspirational, love,
Form:
Personification
Little ones, Little ones
Faces so sweet
Oh how I want to squeeze your cute cheeks
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I care
About all the little things in your life we share
These are the times
I've been dreaming of
Days when, as your grandma,
I can give you such love
Bunnies and Teddies
Wet baby kisses
What a delight
What a sweet day of BLISS is!
Categories:
teddies, children, love, , cute,
Form:
I was four when I partied like it was 1999.
Didn’t know what Y2K meant—
thought it was a new kind of Ribena.
Mom said the world might end,
so we had fish fingers and Angel Delight
like it was our last supper.
She danced in the kitchen—
hip in one hand, remote in the other—
Prince on the telly,
sky outside grey as school uniform.
She said,
“If the world’s going to blow, we might as well boogie.”
So I did—
in jelly sandals,
on sticky lino,
thinking bombs were just what happened in cartoons.
The grown-ups were worried about computers—
I was worried about monsters under the bed.
Same thing, really.
I built bunkers from sofa cushions.
Told my teddies we’d be safe.
Asked Mom if I could stay up ‘til midnight
to see the sky explode.
She let me—
even though it didn’t.
Instead, we counted down
with paper hats, party poppers,
and a bowl of Wotsits big enough
to survive the apocalypse.
Prince said life was a party.
Mom made it gospel—
taught me the sacredness of silliness.
She sang with her eyes closed,
as if she could out-sing war.
As if dancing could un-plug the world’s doom switch.
And maybe it could.
There was a lion in her pocket too—
fierce in her softness,
roaring through a tinny tape deck.
She had a knowing in her sway,
like she understood what purple skies meant
long before I did.
Now I’m older,
and every headline feels like a countdown.
Still, I keep Ribena in the fridge
for emergencies.
Still, I dance—
barefoot on carpet,
arms full of invisible glitter,
like I’m four again
and nothing bad can touch me
while the music plays.
If the world ends again,
I’ll dance.
I’ll think of Mom.
I’ll play that song—
loud enough to shake the windows
and remind the sky
that we were here,
dancing,
as if forever still mattered.
Categories:
teddies, music,
Form:
Free verse
When I looked up at you the other night
I saw you coming through the door
Framing it with your amazing smile
steadfast, self assured, a happy man
A happy Dutch life with Irish sea-kissed roots
Not just a European but a world class man
As you stood before me, I felt such pride.
When I think of you, I see my little boy blue
Forever young, blond mop, those winsome sky eyes
my spry child, intelligent, forever questioning
hyperactive, mischievous, a little dare devil
your smile, a mile wide in times of trouble
I see you holding your teddies Ruby and Rupert
Tractors, diggers, broken engines brrrrrrrmm.
Your love of engines, paid off after all
as you shifted gear to driving instruction
For a guy who showed no interest in being a scholar
Now you are the teacher, with a flurry of pupils
I think it works better, this way around.
Your greatest gift is your love for people
Your greatest asset, your winning smile
Keep on living and loving as you do
You view life through a positive lens
Becoming a mother hit me with a new perspective
An appreciation of life, when I gave you yours
Together we grew, and continue to grow
In love and respect, now and forever.
Categories:
teddies, childhood, dedication, family, life,
Form:
Free verse
Continued from Part 1
The orphans and widows lean into the breeze
watching horrified hangmen descend to their knees
for the angel of mercy’s no longer inclined
to forgive vengeful phantoms (oh Furies of night!) ,
I’ll not leave you behind.
The bandits are brazen, the highwaymen lurk,
some imbibing dark brews of a hag’s handiwork,
mostly gulping from goblets like goblins maligned.
Woman! Widen your wings, catching wisps of the wind
I’ll not leave you behind.
The lepers laugh, leaping from tombstones of steel
chasing rollaway caskets on luminous wheels;
while their shadows shake, shrouded, twixt trees intertwined,
twisted time melts at midnight, take hold of my hand,
I’ll not leave you behind.
The gremlins grope, grinning face down in the dust,
while the sprites and the pixies are watching nonplussed.
They sling bolted arrows at spectres enshrined
within winds somewhat flustered, just fly from your fears
I’ll not leave you behind.
The tattered toy teddies and raggedy Anns
have escaped to the skyways in kid caravans
but now, spellbound by fancies, know not that they’ll find
their parade’s evanesced into echoes of dawn –
I’ll not leave you behind.
The wind’s my enchantress, beguiles and commands
me to search for my fortune in faraway lands
and whispers her mysteries of passions entwined,
for the wind is Isolde – unfurling my sails
I’ll not leave you behind.
End
Categories:
teddies, fantasy, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Still hallowed is the well, and so they pray,
offer: prayer cards, candles, and bitty photos
of children to come and those now unmade,
each woman rife with grief in longing’s throes.
The sound of stream shakes beneath their feet
in the grotto chiseled from native stone.
Niches, shelves and ledges teem, replete,
with mementos of maid, mother and crone.
Pain crusts on: salted wounds, walls and gelid moss
where teddies and barrettes dangle on bows.
Those lost appeal to Brigid, through her cross
in summer, fall, and through the winter’s snows.
A woman’s grief seeks relief at sacred stream
here all who mother come to pray and dream.
First Published in Eunoia August 19, 2015
Categories:
teddies, children, spiritual, women,
Form:
Sonnet
When...
Apples Ate Apes
Bananas Beat Bullies
Courage Conquers Cowards
Dolls Do Dances
Eggs Eat Everyone
Fears Freeze Fate
Grapes Greed Gold
Happiness Holds Hearts
Ignorance Is Irregular
Jack Joy Jill
Kicking Kangaroos KO
Liquor Likes Laziness
Mayhem Makes Merry
No-one Nails Notes
Oranges Omit Oats
People Pretend Peace
Quiz Quails Quickly
Royalty Raids Rome
Soccer Soars Skies
Teddies Turned Terrible
Umbrellas Unite Uglies
Very Violent Violets
We Win Worlds
X-mas Xeroxes X-ray's
Yelling Yoda's Young
Zany Zebras Zap
When... ABC met Me...
Categories:
teddies, funny
Form:
Alliteration
Each night, before I climb into my bed and fall asleep
Softly, silently, into their room I creep,
On pillows soft as clouds their heads they lay
Where they will sweetly dream the night away,
As I tip-toe to the beds in which they lie
I can hear their shallow, gentle, sleeping sighs,
A shaft of light shines through the door and I can see
A row of night-time soldiers that by day are dolls, and teddies
On guard throughout the night ‘til that first ray of morning sun
Ensuring that into their dreams, no nightmare dares to come
And, when I have seen that they are snug and tucked up tight
I tip-toe from the room again, turning off the landing light.
Categories:
teddies, familynight, night,
Form:
Rhyme
The interest rate is fallin
But I ain't talkin money... darlin
What I got in mind is always free
I don't care if Wallstreet crashes
Long as I can find them matches
To light that fire that used to burn for me
I run around in see thru teddies
An indication that I'm ready
But you only got eyes for that damn TV
Look around and see what you been missin
While you been busy makin all that dough
My heart is broke and Lord it needs a fixin
You may be rich but your Love is mighty poor
The interest rate is fallin
But I ain't talkin money
Darlin, when you ever gonna notice me?
love, kim,: Just a word, this is actually a piece of a song. My best friend said
" write a song for me", and I asked her "bout what?". She was working in New
York and her eyes fell upon the current newspaper headline "the interest rate is
fallin"...
Categories:
teddies, life, love,
Form:
ABC
When my daughter was a little girl we used to play a game
It really had no structure and it never had a name
But every time we played it I forgot all of my cares
And now we always call it the waltz of the teddy bears
We gathered all her animals, the stuffed ones so you know
We’d pretend they sang and danced, it was really quite a show
No matter what the others did the favorite act of all
Was when the teddy bears would waltz at the closing of the ball
These teddies were her favorites and we saved them until last
The silly things we made them do were really quite a blast
I’d make them waltz across the bed dancing with a wiggle
She loved to see them frolic and it always made her giggle
Gradually my daughter grew and the waltzing soon did fade
But I can still remember all the laughter that they made
Those times have passed as all things do but in my memories
The teddy bears still sing and waltz as happy as you please
When my daughter left for college we were cleaning off her shelves
We found her old stuffed teddy bears sitting there all by themselves
I picked them up and took them over to the bed and then
The teddy bears performed their silly waltz for her again
Very soon we both were laughing and then suddenly she cried
And I couldn’t help but shed a tear no matter how hard I tried
We both knew that those times we had shared were very dear indeed
And I told her that the bears were here if there should be a need
They’re only worn out teddy bears with the fabric getting rough
But don’t even try to buy them because you haven’t got enough
I have had happy times in life but none of them compares
To the times spent with my daughter and the waltzing teddy bears
Categories:
teddies, childhood, daughter, dedication, family,
Form:
Rhyme
Bitter spinsters in their nighties
Wedding rings of bright pyrites
Unrequited youthful crushes
Unwise lusts, unwanted blushes
Teddies trapped in pink balloons
And endless loops of sickly tunes
In the garden, badly hidden
Garage roses on the midden
© Gail Foster 14th February 2017
Categories:
teddies, emotions, love, lust, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
Salt soaked eyelids sagging
Unceasing streams of liquid
Tears stained the silk face
Painting the terrors of the day
Hush my child, I'll sing you a lullaby
Caressing you with the heavenly chorus
The ground does not desire anymore sorrow
But the stars crave your twinkle
Steadily, curtains of skin descend
Masking the pain etched into the eyes
Lips tremble, uneasy slumber
No more teddies, no more light
Hush, I'll bathe your dreams in white
Let the skin slide from your shoulders
Ease the suffering of physical wounds
I'll mend your broken winged heart to fly.
Tranquility overtakes the mind
Scattered breaths steady to an even beat
A rare peacefulness discovered
Yet the burning sun shall overtake the night
Hush, I'll cradle your bare heart
And fly you to the heaven of stars
Laugh as though you've never uttered a breath
For this shall not last
The morning blaze arises chasing the night
Ashes of humans piled up into mounds
The remains of dreams and lives broken
And one little child
Hush, my child Hush.
Categories:
teddies, death, loss, on writing
Form:
On the opening of a one stop teddy shop in Devizes; Moonraker Bears on Sidmouth Street. The legend of the Moonrakers relates to smugglers pretending to rake the cheese of the moon from a local pond to fool customs officers in days of yore...
‘Tis the night before Sunday, the bears are awake
Excited and hungry for lunchtime and cake
They are Moonraker Bears, and quite partial to cheese
Hanging out at the Crammer and hiding in trees
The word in the cupboard, in bunk beds and chairs
Is that Gyles is coming to talk about bears
There’ll be new bears and old bears, all having a chat
Discussing the look of this coat and that hat
And the children will be there, the children are nice
Someone might buy a bear for a reasonable price
A new friend for Paddington, Winnie or Ted
Who might come home to stay on the chair or the bed
There’s a doctor for sick bears, a hospital too
And a website for bears that is totally new
About time, said the teddies, a place just for us
Where we bears can hang out without worry or fuss
We can’t wait till it opens, to go there and play
At the Moonraker Bears shop, down Sidmouth Street way
by Gail
Categories:
teddies, childhood, children, fun, nice,
Form:
Rhyme
Fairy
If you dare trip to the woods tonight
You will have the best time of your lives
For down in the woods beneath moonlight
Expect a spectacular surprise.
As every teddy bear who’s around
Will surely be there, don't miss it
There’s a fairy joining the picnic
All are welcome to come and visit.
It's on stroke of last midnight bell chime
From the sky fairies set out to fly
Our fairy will be pleased to greet you
Teddies and fairies, grand gals and guys.
The fairy ballerina Nina
Of dancing will never become bored
The teddy bears love her to perform
She’s amused how with paws they applaud.
It will be a joviality
Goodies to eat and sodas to drink
Focus on the fairy constantly
As fairies fly off swift as a blink.
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18th February 2023
Writing Challenge -F Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Word used - no.6 Fairy
Categories:
teddies, fairy, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme